A Tale Of Redemption And Passion by Isidore Walsh (Chapters 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40

Chapter 31

“Kate,” Chris called out, flashing a charming smile as he handed her the bouquet.

Kate didn’t take it. Instead, she asked coolly, “Why are you here?”

“I missed you, so I came,” Chris replied, his eyes filled with feigned emotion.

Kate felt a wave of nausea. ‘What a fake bastard, she thought, then sneered. “How did you know I was at the office? Did you really come here just for me?”

She pushed the bouquet aside and said sarcastically, “Mr. Cohen, you should give these flowers to the person you actually care about.” With that, she tried to walk past him.

“Kate,” Chris said, grabbing her arm.

Without hesitation, Kate turned and slapped him hard, startling the secretary nearby.

The slap left Chris stunned. He held his cheek, looking at Kate in shock. He had assumed her coldness was because she was angry at him for not visiting after her suicide attempt.

He thought he could sweet-talk her back, making her obedient like before, always eager to please him.

“Kate,” Chris murmured. “Why do you hit me?”

Kate’s expression was ice-cold as she warned him. Because you deserve it. Touch me again, and I won’t be so nice.”

She turned and headed towards Leland’s office. Just then, Kyla came out.

“Kate,” Kyla said softly. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I was too impulsive. You don’t blame me, do you?”

“If I say I do blame you, what would you do about it?” Kate replied.

Seeing Kyla’s surprise on her face, Kate chuckled and walked past her.

Kyla turned to watch her. She then noticed Kate talking sweetly with Leland and Celia in the office, the three of them looking at each other with affection.

Jealousy flared in Kyla’s heart. ‘Once, I was Dad and Mom’s darling, the one who got all their love. But now, they’re a real family, and I’m just the adopted daughter! And my biological parents? They’re old and powerless, bringing me no benefits. If I return to them, I’ll be dragged down by their poverty,’ she thought.

Suppressing her envious gaze, Kyla pretended to be gracious and quietly closed the office door.

As she turned to leave, she spotted Chris still holding the bouquet, rubbing his cheek where Kate had slapped him. The force of her slap had left his face swollen.

“Chris?” Kyla walked over, suspicious. “Why are you here?” When Chris lowered his hand, she gasped and asked worriedly, “What happened? Who hit you?” Realizing the answer, she added, “Was it Kate?”

Chris smiled awkwardly. “Kyla, I’m fine. I was a bit too forward with Kate, and that’s why she reacted like this.” He gave Kyla a meaningful look. She understood but still felt sorry for him. She would never have dared to lay a finger on Chris, yet Kate had the audacity to do so.

‘What the hell happened to Kate?’ Kyla wondered. ‘She used to be head over heels for Chris. She was so crazy about him that I had to bury my own feelings just to keep Celia and Leland happy and let her have him. But ever since she visited the Davidson family, she’s done a complete 180.

“I’ve got ice packs in my office. Let’s get you in there and cool down that face of yours,” Kyla offered.

Chris glanced at the secretary, but Kyla was already dragging him along, her anger simmering just below the surface.

Chris often stopped by Sutton Group because of business dealings between their companies. He and Kyla had known each other for years, so her concern wouldn’t raise any eyebrows.

Everyone in Sherpsel knew Kate had a thing for Chris, and their families were even discussing a marriage alliance.

Once inside her office, Kyla shut the door and pushed Chris up against it. She leaned in, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Chris initially wanted to push her away, worried someone might catch them and blow their cover, but he quickly caved, wrapping one arm around her waist while still holding the bouquet with the other.

After the kiss, Kyla lightly touched his swollen cheek, her eyes full of concern. “What did you do to piss Kate off so bad that she slapped you?”

“I didn’t do shit,” Chris grumbled. “Kate won’t even talk to me. I tried to hold her hand, and she slapped me so fast I didn’t even see it coming.”

He muttered under his breath, “I had no idea she could move that quick, and damn, she’s strong. My cheek is on fire; I can feel it swelling up.”

Kyla’s eyes flashed with anger. “Neither I nor your family would ever hurt you, but Kate had the nerve to hit you? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she pays for that.”

Softening her tone, she added, “Does it hurt a lot? Sit on the couch, and I’ll grab some ice.”

Her office was spacious, with a rest area, a small meeting room, and a kitchenette.

Chris grabbed her hand and handed her the bouquet. “Kyla, these flowers are for you. I picked them with you in mind. Will you accept them?”

Kyla took the flowers, breathed in their scent, and smiled.” These are my favorites, but I can’t take them right now. I’ll help you give them to Kate later.

“Just know, Chris, I’m keeping score. For every single thing you give her, you’ll owe me ten, no, a hundred times more once our plan comes together.”

“Don’t worry,” Chris assured her. “I won’t let you down. My heart’s not changing.”

He pulled Kyla into a hug, and she rested her head against his chest. Little did she know, Chris was thinking about Kate.

To Chris, when Kate was all over him, she was a bore. Now that she was giving him the cold shoulder, she suddenly became interested. ‘Is this her way of trying to get my attention?’ Chris thought smugly. ‘It must be.’

“Alright, go sit down. I’ll get the ice.” Kyla suppressed her emotions quickly.

Chris nodded but then lifted her chin and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

As he did, he thought, ‘I haven’t kissed Kate yet, so I don’t know what she tastes like. But next time I get the chance, I will. Maybe that’ll get her to fall for me again. After all, girls love a bad boy like me.’

Chapter 32

Alfred had ordered Kate to be home by noon, and Thorin

was scheduled to arrive at Filolia Estate around 12:30 to do her hair.

Kate decided to cancel the lunch at Cheval Blanc with her parents since she needed to go home and grab her car, making it easier to get around later.

“Why are you in such a hurry to leave?” Celia asked with concern. “Does Alfred demand it? What’s his attitude towards you now? Treating you like a servant?”

Leland chimed in, gently scolding Celia. “That’s between Kate and Alfred. They’ll work it out. We shouldn’t meddle. Alfred might be cold, but he’s not unreasonable. He won’t mistreat Kate. Stop acting like she’s suffering at the Davidson family’s not helping her.”

“She is suffering. If you hadn’t listened to Kyla back then, Kate wouldn’t be in this mess,” Celia snapped back.

“Kyla meant well for Kate. Let’s drop it,” Leland said, turning to Kate with a kinder tone. “Just do whatever Alfred asks. It’ Il be fine. We’ve got plenty of chances to have a family meal together; no need to rush today.”

He walked Celia and Kate out of the office, reminding Kate. Kate, when you see Alfred, ask him what he thinks about you working.”

Leland thought to himself, ‘If Alfred’s okay with it, I’ll start grooming Kate to take over the business. I’m not ready to retire yet, but if Kate can handle the pressure, I’ll prepare her for the role. No matter how talented Kyla is, she’s not my biological daughter. If Kate can step up, why pass the company to an adopted daughter?’

“Sure, Dad,” Kate replied.

Celia turned to Leland and said, “Leland, Mrs. Cohen called today. She brought up Chris and Kate’s engagement. What do you think about…”

“Forget about it,” Leland cut in before Celia could finish. He shot Celia a stern look and turned to Kate. “Don’t ever bring up that engagement again. They’re just not right for each other.”

‘Kate belongs to Alfred now; marrying Chris would be a death sentence,’ he thought grimly.

‘He continued, “Kate, I know you had strong feelings for Chris. He’s a decent guy, but he’s not the one for you. It’s time to move on.”

“Dad, I moved on a long time ago,” Kate replied.

Leland studied her face, searching for any sign of

insincerity, but found none. A wave of relief washed over him. “I’m glad you see it that way. You gave so much of yourself to him back then, and it broke my heart to watch you suffer.”

‘Maybe Dad only changed his tune because Alfred’s

treating me better now. He was ready to come down on me just yesterday, Kate mused.

With Leland seeing them off, Celia and Kate entered the elevator. Soon, the three stepped out together.

“Leland, you should get back to work. Kate and I will head home,” Celia suggested.

“No need to worry. I’ll walk you out,” he insisted.

As they exited the office building, Kyla came rushing out, holding a bouquet that Chris had given her.

“Kate,” Kyla called out, jogging up to her with a smile as she offered the bouquet. “Chris asked me to give this to you. He said there was a misunderstanding, and you didn’t take the flowers.

“Kate, I really don’t think you’re being fair to Chris. He’s been crazy busy; that’s why he didn’t visit after your accident. But now that he has some time, he’s here for you.”

Kate didn’t reach for the bouquet. She glanced at the beautiful arrangement of red roses and the baby’s breath, but they didn’t appeal to her.

“I don’t like roses,” Kate said coolly. She looked Kyla in the eye, her voice sharp. “Mom and I came to the office on a whim. How did Chris know I’d be here? Did someone tip him off? And if he really wanted to give me flowers, knowing I don’t like roses, why get them? These flowers weren’t meant for me, were they?”

Kyla kept her composure, smiling apologetically. “Chris asked about work, and I mentioned you were here. He must’ve rushed over and didn’t think about what you’d like.”

The truth was that Kyla was the one who loved roses. Kate smirked. “I’m not taking them. Give them back to him, thanks.”

With that, she turned to Celia. “Mom, let’s go.”

Celia gave Kyla a meaningful glance and walked away with Kate.

“Kate!” Kyla called after her, but Kate didn’t respond and kept walking.

Soon, Celia’s car drove out of the Sutton Group.

Watching them leave, Kyla looked up and met Leland’s thoughtful gaze.

Her heart sank, and she quickly explained, “Dad, Chris really did ask me to give those flowers to Kate. I’m not sure if she’s still mad at him. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have told Chris she was here.” She hesitated before adding, “Kate slapped Chris, and it seems like she’s still holding onto that.” Leland took the bouquet of roses, examining the carefully arranged baby’s breath. “Kyla, stay out of Kate and Chris’s relationship.

“Love isn’t something you can meddle in. If Kate doesn’t want to be with Chris, as her family, we should support her. Toss these flowers.”

He handed the bouquet back to Kyla and walked toward the elevator. Having raised Kyla for twenty-six years, he knew her preferences well. The one who loves red roses is Kyla.

‘From the moment Kate and Celia arrived until they left, I didn’t see Kyla on her phone. How could she have told Chris that Kate was at the office? She’s lying,’ Leland thought.

But he chose to let it slide. After all, Kyla had been his daughter for twenty-six years, even if she wasn’t his biological child. So, he decided to overlook the lie.

In the car, Kate and Celia sat in silence. As they neared home, Celia finally spoke. “Kate, is there something going on between Chris and Kyla that made you give up on him? “They’ve known each other a long time and seem well-suited. A lot of people thought they were a couple. But when you came back, Chris quickly confessed his feelings for you, making us think he and Kyla were just friends.” Kate responded calmly, “Mom, you’ve been around long enough to know how many friendships between a man and a woman are truly platonic?”

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Celia asked, “Doesn’t Kyla have a thing for Chris? Or has he not confessed to her yet? Or maybe he’s stringing you along while sneaking around with Kyla?”

“Mom, only they know what’s really going on,” Kate replied coldly, not wanting to delve further into the topic. Whatever game they were playing, she wasn’t going to be a part of it this time.

Celia thought for a moment before snapping, “What the hell is Chris doing, messing with both of you like that? Even if Kyla isn’t my biological daughter, I raised her like my own. How dare he treat her this way? I’m gonna talk to Kyla tonight and tell her to stay the hell away from him. I used to think he was decent, but he’s just a piece of trash.”

Kate paused, then said, “You’re right, Mom. You should definitely warn Kyla and keep her away from Chris. If he can’t get anything from me, he might target her next. You and Dad need to make sure she doesn’t end up with him. Marrying into the Cohen family would be a nightmare. Chris is a total jerk.”

In her past life, Kyla had been Chris’s secret lover, and their children were illegitimate. In this life, Kate wouldn’t let them become a legitimate couple. ‘Let Kyla stay his mistress- when Chris marries someone else, Kyla would suffer, she thought.

Celia nodded. “We’ll make sure both of you are protected. A bad marriage can ruin your life. You’re both my precious daughters, and I want you to end up with good men.”

Kate smiled. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll be fine.” ‘The Davidson family may not be perfect, but Alfred is powerful. I’ve hitched my wagon to him, and I’m not letting go, she thought.

*****

Alfred put down his phone, his expression dark. Whoever he had just spoken to had clearly pissed him off.

Leaning back in his black swivel chair, he stared at the two small figurines on his desk, his mind drifting back to the woman in his dream the one he couldn’t quite see but had spent an intimate night with. Strangely, he now associated that woman with Kate.

Spending time with her brought a sense of familiarity, but before she had attempted suicide to avoid the marriage, he had never met her. Checking his watch, Alfred called out,” Yael, come in.”

His bodyguard, named Yael, entered immediately. “Yes, Mr. Davidson.”

“I want to go home,” Alfred said. Soon, Yael quickly helped him into his wheelchair and made a call to the other security staff. Soon after, Yael was pushing Alfred out of the CEO’s office.

By the time Alfred reached the first floor, his motorcade was ready. Minutes later, they were driving away from the Regency Group. As they neared the road to Filolia Estate, a BMW cut in front of them suddenly, overtaking several cars. The driver frowned and muttered, “Who’s got a death wish?” This road led to Filolia Estate; unless someone was heading there, they wouldn’t use it. Sitting in the back seat, Alfred saw the overtaking BMW too.

He didn’t recognize the license plate, but the large sticker on the back: New driver on the road, please be patient.

It was obvious the BMW’s driver was a newbie at that. Yet she was speeding like a maniac! Alfred’s expression darkened, but he stayed silent. ‘If she wants to race, that’s her problem. It’s got nothing to do with me,’ he thought. His motorcade kept a safe distance, following the BMW. It turned out the BMW’s driver was Kate, rushing to get back to Filolia Estate. That’s why she was speeding. And though she wasn’t actually a new driver, she had slapped the sticker on her new car to make others more cautious around her.

At first, Kate didn’t realize the luxury cars behind her were Alfred’s motorcade. It wasn’t until she reached the entrance of Filolia Estate and saw that they were still following her that she put two and two together.

When Kate figured it out, Alfred had also guessed whose car it was. As the head of the Davidson family, he knew every car’s license plate that entered the estate. This one was unfamiliar, so he could tell it belonged to Kate.

Watching her speed like a maniac, Alfred was annoyed. ‘If she ends up dead right after marrying me, people will start saying I’m not only impotent and crippled but cursed as well,’ he thought bitterly.

Kate got out of the car since the guards didn’t recognize

her vehicle and wouldn’t let her in. Knowing Alfred was right behind her, she stepped out first.

“Stop the car,” Alfred ordered.

Then the driver stopped, and Alfred lowered the window, his gaze icy as Kate walked over.

“Alfred.” Kate greeted him with a sweet smile. “You’re home too.”

Alfred glared at her. Kate, having been on the receiving end of his glares several times, was immune. She stood by the window, smiling brightly, unfazed by his stare.

Seeing that his glare had no effect, Alfred asked, “Where the hell did you learn to drive?”

Kate turned to look at her car, then back at Alfred, still smiling. “I was driving a BMW, a gift from my mom. Nice, huh?”

“A BMW? I thought it was a damn jet,” Alfred said sarcastically. “You drive it like you’re flying a plane. Kate, you’re unbelievable.” Then he gave her a mocking thumbs-up.

Kate took it all in stride, flashing a grin as she thanked him. Thanks for the compliment, Alfred. My driving’s top-notch, isn’t it? If I ever entered a race, I’d definitely bring home a trophy and make you proud.”

Alfred was left speechless by her words. After glaring at her a few more times, he rolled up the window, not trusting himself to keep the conversation going without losing it.

“Yael,” Alfred said. “Tell Yair and the others to get out and take off her car’s tires.” He smirked inwardly, ‘Let’s see how she plans on racing now.

“Yes, Mr. Davidson,” Yael responded, thinking to himself,’ Mrs. Davidson really pissed off Mr. Davidson this time. She’s got it coming when those tires come off. But then again, is he actually worried about her? He wouldn’t have cared before.’

The gates of the estate opened. Alfred’s convoy drove past Kate’s car and straight into the estate, but one car stayed outside. Kate, curious, watched as four bodyguards stepped out, grabbed a toolbox from the trunk, and headed towards her car.

They set down the toolbox, popped it open, and started removing her car’s tires.

‘What the fuck? They’re taking off my damn tires!’ Kate shouted in disbelief.

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Panicked, Kate rushed towards the bodyguards. “What the hell are you doing? Stop it!” she yelled, but they ignored her and kept working.

Realizing this had to be Alfred’s doing, Kate shot an angry glance at her car, stomped her foot in frustration, and ran inside the estate.

Once inside, she quickly realized she had no clue how to get around. The estate was sprawling, with winding concrete paths and thick greenery on either side, making it feel like a maze. For someone unfamiliar with it, finding the main house was no small feat.

With no other choice, she pulled out her phone and tried calling Alfred. Thankfully, he had given her his number.

But Alfred didn’t pick up right away. Determined, Kate kept calling. Finally, on the sixth attempt, he answered.

“Alfred,” Kate whimpered.

Alfred was silent.

“Alfred, I’m lost. Can you send someone to come get me?” she pleaded.

Alfred remained silent.

“Alfred.” Kate’s voice grew softer.

Maybe it was the sweetness in her tone that finally got to him. Alfred responded coolly, “Stay where you are.”

“Okay, thank you, Alfred.” Even though it was his fault, she still had to thank him. ‘How pathetic. But when you need help, there’s no room for pride,’ she thought bitterly.

After hanging up, Alfred called for the butler. “James, go fetch Kate. She’s lost and can’t find her way.”

James nodded respectfully. “Got it, Mr. Davidson.”

As Alfred wheeled himself away, he paused and added, ” And once Thorin finishes with her hair later, take her around the estate ten times. She needs to know the way from here to the main entrance.”

James replied, “Understood, Mr. Davidson.”

With James’ help, Kate was brought inside quickly. Not seeing Alfred, she guessed he was having lunch in the garden, his favorite spot: quiet, cool, and picturesque. Over time, Kate had realized Alfred was a man of few words, and his residence reflected that silence; one could hardly hear a sound from anyone coming and going. When Kate reached the garden, sure enough, she found Alfred eating there. The aroma of the food made her stomach growl.

“Alfred,” she greeted shamelessly, sitting down and assuming the extra set of utensils was meant for her. Without hesitation, she started eating.

Alfred shot her a cold look. “Who told you to sit? You live here; fend for yourself.”

“I was in a hurry and didn’t have time to shop for groceries. I’m freeloading this time, but I’ll cook for you another day,” Kate said, then helped herself to some soup, appreciating Alfred’s taste in food. It was delicious.

Remembering her car, she asked, “Alfred, why did you have my car’s tires taken off?”

Alfred didn’t look at her and said coldly, “Got a problem with that?”

‘Oh, I have plenty!’ Kate muttered to herself. “Alfred, I need my car to get around. How am I supposed to go out now? Walk?” she protested.

Alfred finally looked up at her, his expression unreadable. We have drivers here. Just Tell James where you need to go.”

Given how she drives, Alfred thought it was just a matter of time before she got into a serious accident. And he didn’t want the reputation of being the guy who cursed his wife.

“But you didn’t have to take the tires off. My mom gave me that car,” Kate insisted.

“Do you still want to eat for free?” Alfred asked suddenly. Kate nodded instinctively.

“Have you had enough?” he continued.

“Not yet,” she replied.

“Then shut up and eat,” Alfred shot back.

Kate pouted but kept eating, muttering under her breath.

Alfred couldn’t hear her, but he could guess she was cursing him.

However, he was dead set on not letting her drive. Nothing she said would change his mind.

Realizing she always ended up on the losing side in arguments with Alfred, Kate thought, ‘He is so scheming!’ After lunch, they were told that Thorin had arrived. Kate started pushing Alfred’s wheelchair toward the house, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of Thorin.

Catching her searching glance, Alfred asked, “What, do you have a thing for Thorin?”

“Of course not. I’m into you,” Kate shot back, not stupid enough to fall for that bait. Besides, she was telling the truth. Thorin never interested her; she just regretted never getting a chance to meet with him.

Alfred, a bit taken aback, said, “You know, not everyone gets Thorin to make a house call.”

“I know. Thank you, Alfred. You’re way too good to me,” Kate replied, laying it on thick.

Normally, Alfred couldn’t stand flattery, but coming from her, it didn’t bother him. ‘Damn, I must be going soft, he thought.

“Alfred,” Kate called as she pushed his wheelchair. “What’s wrong?” Alfred responded.

“I want to work in the Sutton Group,” she said.

Alfred waited, sensing there was more.

“You know my background. The Sutton Group was my parents’ legacy. I can’t just stand by and let Kyla take it over. I have to fight for what’s mine,” Kate added, her voice firm.

Alfred listened carefully before speaking. “You might not be aware of the Davidson family rules yet. As the lady of the Davidson family, everything you do should prioritize your husband’s family. The Davidsons have wealth beyond measure. You’re expected to stay home, support your husband, and raise the kids. No need for public appearances or working outside, though you might have to show up at the occasional charity gala.

“If you’re looking to make some extra cash, well, you can do that by giving your husband some kids. In the Davidson family, popping out a son gets you twenty million dollars, and a daughter nets you a cool hundred million.”

Kate was stunned by these so-called family rules. ‘What am I, a broodmare? Twenty million for a son? No wonder the Davidson family’s so damn big-its all about the cash incentives, she thought.

Her eyes drifted to Alfred’s crotch, and when he caught her staring, she quickly forced an awkward smile. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be cashing in on those rewards, so I need a job to keep a steady income.”

Alfred paused, considering her words. “Are you sure you want to go head-to-head with Kyla?”

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“Why the hell not? You said it yourself, whether I fight or not, my mere existence is a threat to Kyla. So, I might as well go all in. There’s no way I, the actual daughter of the Sutton family, can lose to an adopted nobody.” Determination and a fierce hatred for Kyla burned in Kate’s eyes.

Alfred noticed the anger in her gaze but chose to stay silent, just studying her intently.

“Alfred, my dad insists that I need your approval before he lets me work at the Sutton Group. Can you give me an answer now?” Kate asked, suppressing her hatred as she looked directly at him.

As she did, she couldn’t help but think how handsome he was. ‘If he weren’t paralyzed and… you know, impotent, there’s no way he would’ve ended up with someone like me.’ Alfred noticed her strange glances and knew exactly what she was thinking. Suddenly, he leaned in and beckoned her closer, lowering his voice. “Come here. I’ll tell you quietly. Don’t want anyone running off to snitch to my grandma or the others.”

Kate leaned in closer, almost amused. “Aren’t we hiding our marriage anyway? Your family doesn’t even know what’s really going on between us.” As far as they were concerned, she was just there for some twisted revenge.

Before she could finish, Alfred flicked her forehead, not once but twice. And he flicked hard.

Kate quickly straightened up, rubbing the sore spot and glaring at him, annoyed at how easily she kept falling for his tricks.

“This is for thinking thoughts you shouldn’t be thinking,” Alfred said with mock seriousness.

Kate, a little annoyed but curious, asked, “Can you read minds? Teach me.”

“Yeah, you wish,” Alfred replied with a smirk.

“Alfred, I’m not a heartless jerk like you. Seriously, look at you, -you’re freaking stunning. You’ve got me hooked like a fish on a line. You’ve got me falling for you like leaves in the autumn…” Kate’s words faded when she noticed the smirk on his face.

“Why’d you stop? Keep going,” Alfred teased.

Kate giggled, and despite himself, Alfred’s lips curled into a smile. But he quickly masked it, trying to stay serious.’ Kate is the cheekiest woman I’ve ever met. She’s both afraid of me and yet not at all. And damn, she keeps me on my toes, he thought.

“Alfred, can I go to work?” Kate pressed, not letting him sidestep her question.

Just then, Thorin was led in by Yael from outside, and Alfred finally gave her a straight answer. “That’s your right. If you want to fight for it, as your husband, I’ll back you all the way. Do whatever you need to, and don’t give a damn about the Davidson family rules. If our marriage ever comes to light and they try to box you in with their rules, I’ll be there to protect you.”

He looked at her again, his voice firm. “If the sky falls, I’ll hold it up for you. But if you can’t reclaim what’s yours…” He hesitated, struggling to find the harsh words he intended to say, and finally softened. “If you lose, just come back. If you need to cry, cry on my shoulder. I’ll get justice for you.”

‘She’s my wife, whether I like it or not. And I’ll be damned if I let anyone hurt her without consequences, Alfred thought to himself.

Kate was deeply moved by his promise. In her past life, even after she rejected his marriage proposal and met a tragic end, Alfred was still willing to help her.

She knew now that he wasn’t as cold-hearted as he seemed. He was a good man, just with a hell of a temper and a habit of pushing people away.

“Alfred, I will take back everything that belongs to me,” Kate said firmly.

Alfred watched Kate closely, noticing the way her emotions played across her face. For a moment, he thought she might lean in and kiss him. Instead, she just said she’d hold on to what was hers.

He couldn’t help but glance at her lips, red and inviting, before quickly looking away, a strange, unnameable disappointment gnawing at him. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’ he thought, frustrated by his own reaction. Suddenly, he felt the warmth of her hand on his cheek. He turned to see her standing there, her face flushed. As he met her gaze, she spoke shyly. “Alfred, you’ve got a really handsome profile. I just couldn’t help myself.”

When he didn’t respond, Kate quickly added, “If that upsets you, you can kiss me back. As many times as you want, okay?”

Alfred was at a loss for words.

Just then, Yael brought Thorin over. Kate regained her composure and stepped behind Alfred, her hands resting on the wheelchair, facing the same direction he was. Alfred, ever composed, showed no reaction.

To an outsider, they looked like a perfectly matched pair- one seated, the other standing. To Thorin, it was nothing short of a miracle. ‘Alfred letting someone stand behind him? That’s unheard of, he thought.

Ever since his accident, no one had dared to get close to him. Even before then, he’d been distant, especially with women. Belinda had spent years earning his trust, and even she had never crossed that line into romantic territory.

“Alfred.” Thorin stopped three steps in front of Alfred.

Alfred nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Thorin was a famous hairstylist in Sherpsel, known not only for his skills but also for his beauty.

It was Kate’s first time seeing Thorin in person, and she was struck by how similar his eyes were to Elijah’s-brown and seductive.

She’d heard that men with eyes like that were often unfaithful. ‘Thank God Alfred’s eyes are different, she thought, “And who is this lovely lady?” Thorin asked with a charming smile.

“Ms. Sutton from the Sutton family,” Alfred explained.

Kate’s life story was well-known in Sherpsel. On the day she was born, Celia’s rival had switched her with a common couple’s child. She’d only been returned to her birth family a year ago.

Leland and Celia had grown attached to the girl they’d unknowingly adopted, Kyla. Kate, who had been born just half a day after Kyla, ended up as the Suttons’ second daughter, a situation that had caused quite a stir in Sherpsel’s high society.

Upon learning Kate’s identity, Thorin’s interest in her visibly faded. Kate wasn’t surprised; she was used to this kind of treatment.

In the upper echelons of Sherpsel, the only people who truly accepted her were her parents and Xena. Everyone else put on polite faces but looked down on her for growing up in the countryside.

‘So what if I’m from the countryside?’ Kate thought defiantly. ‘I’ve never done anything illegal, and my foster parents treated me like royalty.’

She smirked inwardly. ‘Maybe those snobs should try living without the food that comes from the countryside.’

Alfred noticed the change in Thorin’s demeanor but didn’t show his displeasure. Instead, he spoke coldly. “Find a hairstyle that suits Ms. Sutton, but keep it simple. Her hair’s natural texture and flow should remain.”

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Thorin was taken aback. He’d assumed Alfred had called him for his own haircut, not to style someone else’s hair- especially not someone like Kate.

The Suttons had tried booking an appointment with Thorin before, but his assistant had always declined, citing a schedule booked solid through the next year. Not even Celia had been deemed important enough, let alone Kate, a relative newcomer to Sherpsel’s elite.

“What does that mean, Mr. Davidson?” Thorin asked,

unsure if he’d heard correctly.

“Didn’t hear me clearly?” Alfred’s voice was cold.

Thorin blinked, trying to figure out how he’d offended Alfred. But with a charming smile, he quickly replied, “No need to repeat yourself, I understand. Where would you like me to style her hair?”

“In my salon,” Alfred answered.

“Of course,” Thorin said, keeping his curiosity well hidden. He turned to Kate with a polite smile. “Ms. Sutton, please follow me.”

As Alfred’s personal stylist, Thorin was no stranger to the Filolia Estate.

Kate responded with a smile and said to Alfred, “I’ll be off then.”

Alfred gave a brief nod.

He led Kate to the salon, a space that was as luxurious as any high-end establishment. Kate couldn’t help but be impressed. This place was more like a full-scale salon than a private room.

Thorin had Kate let down her hair and carefully examined it, his eyes lighting up as he did. Her face shape was so versatile that nearly any hairstyle would suit her.

As he ran his fingers through her silky strands, Thorin understood why Alfred had insisted on minimal changes.” Ms. Sutton, how do you take care of your hair? It’s so healthy and smooth.”

Kate replied, “I don’t do much. Just wash it regularly.” “With just shampoo?” Thorin asked, incredulous.

“Yeah, I guess. Maybe conditioner sometimes, but I’m pretty lazy about it. It’s hard enough washing it every couple of days, let alone doing anything extra.”

Thorin was stunned. ‘She’s got hair this gorgeous with almost no effort? Some people just have all the luck.’

While Thorin worked on Kate’s hair, Alfred sat in the living room, pretending to read a magazine. He hadn’t turned a page in a while.

“Mr. Davidson, it’s time for your nap.” James reminded him.

Alfred didn’t move or respond. James knew he was waiting for Kate. He tried again, “Mr. Davidson, you should rest. Mrs. Davidson will be a while.”

Alfred closed the magazine and said flatly, “I’m not waiting for her.”

James chuckled softly. “Of course, sir, you’re not waiting for Mrs. Davidson. But you really need to rest. You’ve got to be back at the company this afternoon.”

James thought to himself, ‘Even though Mr. Davidson is in a wheelchair now, he still insists on running the Regency Group. It’s not that he can’t delegate; he just wants to prove to the world that as long as he’s alive, no one can underestimate or pity him.’

No one in the Davidson family was quite like Alfred. His brothers are all impressive, but they didn’t come close to him. The only one who could rival Alfred’s prowess is Elijah, who stood at the top of Sherpsel’s elite, alongside the Weavers.

Alfred set the magazine down, his tone unchanged. “I can’t sleep well.”

Alfred couldn’t fall asleep because of the recurring, intimate dreams that plagued him. As a man known for his emotional detachment, these dreams, with their unclear female figure, tormented him.

“Should I call Dr. Oliver?” James asked, concerned. “Mr. Davidson, you might be under too much stress. Perhaps you should let Mr. Theo Davidson handle the company for a while and focus on your recovery.”

Alfred pursed his lips before saying, “If I stay home, Elijah will seize the chance to undermine the Regency Group. Lucas and the others can’t hold their ground against him. That guy is a snake.”

When Alfred had been hospitalized after the accident, Elijah had taken advantage, trying to snatch Regency Group’s business. It had taken the combined efforts of Theo, Lucas, and his cousins to keep the company afloat.

In Sherpsel’s business circles, everyone knew that without Alfred, Elijah would be the uncontested business leader. “It’s that dream again,” Alfred said with frustration. “I haven’t had it for a while, but last night that damn faceless woman invaded my dreams again, leaving me restless.” In the morning, he drank coffee to refresh himself and ensured efficient work.

James was surprised. As Alfred’s trusted butler, he was one of the few who knew about these dreams that tormented Alfred.

“You haven’t had that dream in a while. Why now?” James asked, curious. “Do you think it might be because you’re getting better?”

Alfred glared at him. ‘Even James thinks I am impotent.’

Still excited, James suggested, “Maybe you should give it a shot with Mrs. Davidson?”

Alfred threw the magazine at him.

James caught it and, trying to calm the situation, smiled. ” Okay, if not Mrs. Davidson, how about I call Ms. Sowle? She’d definitely be willing to help.”

‘Finally, Mr. Davidson’s back in action,’ he thought to himself, excited.

Alfred glared at him again. “Say one more word, and I’ll have your tongue cut out and fed to the dogs! If Belinda latches onto me, you’ll marry her, and then I never want to see your face again.”

James was frightened and promised quickly, “I won’t overstep again.”

Seeing that Alfred’s expression softened a bit, James

ventured, “Do you think the dream might be connected to Mrs. Davidson? She came back yesterday, and you had the dream last night.”

Alfred suddenly saw the connection James was hinting at. He hadn’t linked Kate to his recurring dream. Marrying her hadn’t been about love, and he knew she had her reasons too, but he’d let her into his life anyway.

James was surprised by Alfred’s reaction. Alfred had never met Kate before, and they had no prior connection. But the timing was strange.

He added, “Maybe because Mrs. Davidson is the only woman you’ve been around lately, it triggered the dream.”

Chapter 37

James felt his argument was flimsy, grasping at straws to back himself up.

Alfred remained silent, merely raising a hand. James understood that meant the conversation was over.

In the end, Alfred didn’t take a nap. He waited until Kate came out of the salon instead.

Thorin was truly a master. With just a small adjustment to Kate’s hairstyle, she looked absolutely stunning, and Alfred couldn’t help but be impressed. Kate was naturally beautiful-a real knockout.

“Alfred, what do you think about my new hairstyle?” Kate asked, beaming as she approached him, clearly seeking his approval.

Seeing her bright smile and the spark of hope in her eyes, Alfred felt a strange sense of being needed. But his expression remained unchanged. He nodded slightly and said in a low voice, “It’s… better.”

Kate’s joy dimmed slightly at his words. But knowing his sharp tongue and that “better” was high praise coming from him, she felt pleased again.

Alfred noticed how much he enjoyed seeing Kate’s secretly happy expression, like a mouse finding its favorite treat. It reminded him of the two squeaky mice she had given him. “Do you like keeping pets?” Alfred asked suddenly.

Kate was caught off guard and then asked, “Can we keep pets here? I have a pair of Ragdoll cats at my mom’s house.” If he allowed it, she would bring them over.

Thorin wanted to jump in, knowing Alfred hated furry animals. Pets were a no-go at his place. If he found even a single hair, he might tear the whole Filolia Estate apart.

Even Cynthia, who loved her pets, never dared bring them to Alfred’s house.

“No cats. I’ll get you another pet,” Alfred replied.

Kate laughed. “Really? What kind?”

“Hamsters,” Alfred responded.

Kate was speechless. Then Alfred stood up. James and Thorin moved to help him into his wheelchair.

Yael began pushing Alfred toward the door, while Kate stayed behind. When Alfred reached the doorway, he tapped his wheelchair, signaling Yael to stop.

Turning his head, Alfred said, “See me out.”

Kate, a bit surprised, nodded quickly and hurried over to push him. Thorin watched this interaction thoughtfully. “Alfred, are you really going to get me a hamster?” Kate asked.

“Why, you don’t like them?” Alfred inquired.

“Not really. I prefer cats and dogs,” Kate admitted.

“My place doesn’t allow cats or dogs. Too much fur,” Alfred stated.

“Hamsters have fur too,” Kate pointed out.

“They stay in cages,” Alfred countered.

‘He’s a neat freak, Kate noted silently.

Not hearing a response, Alfred turned his head to look at her, his face tilted up, and said, “I’m more generous than you.” The gift she gave him was two small mouse sculptures, and they were worthless.

‘If you don’t like my gifts, then don’t accept them, Kate muttered under her breath.

Alfred’s car was already at the door, the door open, with bodyguards standing in formation. Kate knew her help wasn’t needed, so she stepped aside and watched as the bodyguards efficiently helped Alfred into the car and loaded the wheelchair.

“Kate,” Alfred called from inside the car.

“Yes, Alfred?” Kate leaned in, smiling sweetly.

A large hand extended toward her. Kate looked at the hand, then at Alfred, confused. Tentatively, she reached out and shook his hand, only to see his face darken. ‘Do I misunderstand?’ she thought.

Withdrawing her hand quickly, Kate smiled even more brightly. “Alfred, I’m slow. I don’t understand what you mean. Could you explain?”

She thought, ‘Give me your hand, but it’s not a handshake. What does that mean? I really don’t know what you want to do. Since you have a mouth, you should say it clearly.’ “Where is my gift?” Alfred said curtly.

Kate blinked and said, “Didn’t I give you one this morning?”

“I said I want a gift every day when I return.” Alfred reminded Kate.

Kate began to search for something to give him. Finally, she took off her hair clip reluctantly and handed it to him, embarrassed. “I don’t have anything prepared. If you

insist on a gift, this is all I can give.”

Looking at her long hair falling to her waist and the ordinary hair clip worth no more than four bucks, Alfred knew she hadn’t yet adjusted to her new lifestyle. Then he accepted the hair clip and rolled up the car window.

Kate was stunned. ‘He took it?’

Alfred’s car convoy left the estate slowly. Kate stood at the door until the convoy disappeared before turning to go back inside. Thorin watched the whole scene, giving Kate another thoughtful look as she turned around.

“Mr. Moore, is there something wrong with me?” Kate asked.

Thorin smiled, “Not at all, Ms. Sutton. I should be going now.”

His task was completed, and with Alfred gone, he couldn’t and shouldn’t stay longer.

“Won’t you stay for a cup of coffee?” Kate asked.

“No, thank you. Another time, perhaps,” Thorin replied.

Seeing how insistent he was, Kate decided not to push any further and personally escorted him to the door.

Thorin insisted that she didn’t need to see him out any further. Once Thorin had left, Kate finally let herself relax, but the memory of her BMW with its four missing tires quickly soured her mood.

“Mrs. Davidson.” James’s respectful voice sounded behind her.

Kate turned around, her smile warm. “James, you really don’t have to call me Mrs. Davidson. Just call me Kate. Alfred and I… well, our marriage is a secret. Even Mrs. Olivia doesn’t know.”

She wasn’t eager to reveal their relationship unless Alfred decided to make it public-she had no desire to face his wrath.

“I’ll call you Mrs. Davidson here and Ms. Sutton when others are around,” James suggested, his gaze respectful yet gentle.

He thought to himself, ‘It’s obvious Mr. Davidson is making exceptions for her, which is a big deal coming from such a controlling and stubborn man. She must mean a lot to him. I think Mrs. Davidson is in a very promising position.”

“That works for me,” Kate agreed, not wanting to make a fuss over titles.

“Mrs. Davidson, would you still like to rest?” James asked. “Is something up?” Kate replied.

James smiled. “Nothing serious. Mr. Davidson asked me to show you around the estate this afternoon until you’re familiar with the layout. He said you have to memorize the way out and back, even if you forget the rest of the paths.”

Kate was speechless. “The estate’s layout is so damn complicated, with all those waist-high hedges, it’s practically a maze.”

Chapter 38

“You’re right, Mrs. Davidson. The entrance road is designed like a maze. If anyone tries to sneak in, they’ll get lost and won’t find the main house. It’s meant to protect everyone’s privacy and security,” James replied.

The Davidson family was always a prime target for tabloid reporters. Even the smallest piece of news would spread like wildfire across Sherpsel.

The public was dying to know more about the mysterious Filolia Estate, but all they got were bits and pieces from sneaky journalists.

To get those precious private photos, some of them would even go as far as scaling the walls when the guards weren’t looking. The maze-like front yard acted as a natural deterrent, while the backyard had a pack of fierce guard dogs.

Kate pursed her lips, muttering under her breath as she followed James on a tour around the estate. She walked the paths repeatedly, trying to burn the routes into her memory so she wouldn’t get lost next time.

After just one round, her feet were killing her, and she was glad she hadn’t worn heels. “James, I need a break. This place is huge. You should have a bike ready next time,” she said, plopping down on a bench. Thankfully, there were benches and swings placed at intervals for resting.

James chuckled. “Do you remember the way now, Mrs. Davidson?”

Kate sighed. “James, I’m dizzy and more confused than ever. What should I do?” She thought to herself, ‘If Alfred finds out I still don’t know the way, will he be pissed?’

James was a bit at a loss for words but suggested, “Let’s go again, Mrs. Davidson. If you still don’t remember, we can do another round tomorrow.”

Kate pouted. “Alright.”

James’ phone rang. He checked the caller ID and answered. Not knowing who called him, Kate only heard him say, “Tell Mrs. Davidson, we’ll be there in half an hour.”

After hanging up, James turned to Kate. “Ms. Sutton, Mrs. Lena Davidson wants to see you. It takes about half an hour to get to the main house, so we should head out now.” ‘Lena wants to see me?’ Kate felt a wave of unease and asked, “James, why does Mrs. Davidson want to see me?” Lena was Alfred’s mother, and she hadn’t exactly been friendly after the wrist-slashing incident that had wounded Alfred’s pride.

Kate had a bad feeling about this. ‘If she gives me a hard time, should I stand up to her or keep my mouth shut?’ she wondered.

“I’m not sure,” James replied.

Kate sighed and began walking. “James, does every building here have its own housekeeper?”

“Yes, Mrs. Davidson.” James nodded.

Kate fell silent. This ultra-wealthy family made her feel out of place and uneasy. But she had hitched her wagon to Alfred’s star and was now his wife. There was no turning back. ‘Kate, you can handle this, she told herself.

Entering the luxurious main hall for the second time, Kate was struck by its opulence once again. Unlike her previous visit, the hall was empty except for Lena sitting on the sofa. Lena’s face was like thunder as she barked, “What took you so long? A turtle could’ve made it here faster.”

Kate shot back, “Well if a turtle was on its way, it wouldn’t get here until tomorrow.” She wasn’t coming from Alfred’s place but from Mar Lago, which was a long drive.

Lena’s tone turned icy. “When I talk, you listen. No backtalk.” “Lena, if what you say makes sense, I’ll listen. But if it doesn’t, I’m gonna speak up,” Kate retorted, standing her ground. “Don’t call me Lena. Address me as Mrs. Davidson. Have you forgotten your place? Alfred brought you here to redeem yourself, not to live a life of luxury. You’re no better than a servant-a free one, at that. So address me properly as Mrs. Davidson,” Lena snapped.

“Alfred never told me I’m his servant,” Kate replied, refusing to back down.

In their first confrontation, Kate thought if she showed any weakness, Lena would see her as an easy target.

Kate thought, ‘Yes, I embarrassed Alfred when I refused to marry him the first time, but that was before. Now, I’m here willingly, committed to staying by his side for life. But that doesn’t mean I’ll let Lena push me around.’

Lena’s eyes narrowed into a glare.

Kate met her gaze, calm and unflinching.

After a tense silence, Lena finally spoke, her voice dripping with disdain. “Fine. I won’t argue about titles. Some of my clothes got dirty, and I need them tomorrow. They’re delicate can’t be machine washed, and the dry cleaners won’t have them ready in time.”

She continued, “You’ll go to Maria in the cloakroom; she’ll give you the clothes. Wash them by hand. Be careful-you better not ruin them.”

Kate bit her lip, sensing the hidden intent behind Lena’s

words. ‘This isn’t good. No yelling or hitting, but making me do a servant’s work? This is her way of punishing me,’ she thought.

Then she replied, “Lena, there are plenty of servants here. That’s their job.”

“I said do it, so do it. And don’t call me Lena. You, a country bumpkin, dare to address me like that? You’ve got no manners at all. Marrying into money doesn’t change where you come from,” Lena sneered.

Lena’s words made it clear that no matter what, she would always look down on Kate. So Kate fired back, “What’s wrong with being from the country? Yes, I grew up in the countryside. So what?

“Is that so shameful? Does my rural background bother you that much? If you hate country folks so much, why don’t you stop eating the corn, vegetables, and fruits they grow?”

Kate’s barrage left Lena speechless, her face flushing with anger.

‘Who can guarantee their ancestors were all rich?’ Kate muttered under her breath.

She then added sarcastically, “Rich ladies like you could learn a thing or two from the women in my village. At least they have basic manners.”

Kate wasn’t impressed by Lena’s attempts to elevate herself by putting others down. “Let me make one thing clear: Alfred didn’t bring me here to be a servant. I won’t do a servant’s work. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do. I’ll leave so I don’t dirty your precious space.”

With that, Kate turned and walked out, not giving Lena a chance to respond.

Chapter 39

Lena was left stunned, unable to get a word in as Kate’s fiery retorts shot out like bullets-quick and merciless. James had been watching the entire exchange. He had always thought Kate was meek, always seeming timid around Alfred. But now he saw her in a new light-she wasn’t weak at all. Lena thought she could control Kate, but she was dead wrong…

“Kate Sutton, get back here!” Lena snapped out of her daze, standing abruptly and shouting at Kate’s retreating figure.

Kate ignored her, not even turning her head.

Furious, Lena turned to James. “James, who the hell gave her the guts to talk to me like that? What’s wrong with me saying she grew up in the countryside? It’s the truth, isn’t it?”

James paused and then said, “Mrs. Davidson, do you want the truth or a lie?”

“Do you dare lie to me?” Lena shot back, not even looking at him.

“I wouldn’t dare. But Mrs. Davidson, your tone just now wasn’t just an insult to Ms. Sutton-it was an insult to all people from the countryside,” James said candidly.

Lena bristled. “I said it because I can’t stand how she treated Alfred before.”

“Mrs. Davidson,” James continued. “If I may, it’s best not to interfere in Alfred’s personal matters, even though you’re his mother. He won’t tolerate anyone meddling in his private affairs. It’s best to stay on the sidelines when it comes to him and Ms. Sutton.”

Lena’s face darkened. “As his mother, can’t I stand up for my son? If it weren’t for his accident, would someone like Kate be worthy of him?”

Thinking of her once-proud eldest son now confined to a wheelchair and impotent, Lena felt bad. Meanwhile, all those high-society girls who once wanted to marry him. now avoided him. Then Olivia had to settle for someone like Kate. Once thinking of this, she felt like a knife was cutting her heart.

James thought, ‘Yet it’s exactly someone like Ms. Sutton who married Mr. Davidson.’

“James, you can go. I’ll talk to Alfred when he returns,” Lena said, resolute in her decision to make things difficult for Kate.

“Yes, Mrs. Davidson,” James replied, exiting the main hall. Outside, he didn’t see Kate. Then he walked back quickly. Kate hadn’t gone back directly to Alfred’s residence; she was sitting in the garden where Alfred usually dined. The sun was setting, and the light had softened, no longer as harsh as at noon, and it cast a warm glow on her. The cool breeze blew away the fire in Kate’s heart.

Kate thought of her past life when she married Chris. As the Cohen family’s daughter-in-law, she never received respect too. But Chris’s mother Aura Cohen was somewhat polite when Kate’s parents were alive. There were still many restrictions-she couldn’t visit her family often, go out freely, or make friends. Her entire life revolved around the Cohen family.

After her parents passed away, Aura’s true colors showed- constant insults, humiliation, and endless obstacles. Kate was treated worse than a servant. Yet she endured it all out of love for Chris.

But what did that love get her? Remembering Rowena’s death, Kate blinked away tears as her heart ached like it was being sliced apart. In this life, she probably wouldn’t see Rowena again. She only hoped her daughter would be reborn into a good family.

Thinking of her beloved daughter, Kate could understand Lena’s disdain as a fellow mother. But that didn’t give Lena the right to constantly bring up her rural background or insult everyone from the countryside.

She didn’t know how long she sat there before the sound of a car brought her back to the present.

Alfred had returned.

Kate quickly wiped away her tears, sitting for a couple more minutes to ensure her eyes weren’t red before getting up. She started walking toward Alfred, but someone else

reached him first-Harper.

Harper approached Alfred and said something in a

respectful tone. Kate saw Alfred glance her way, and after a

moment, his bodyguard began wheeling him toward the main house.

Kate paused, realizing that Lena had probably already complained about her to Alfred.

With a sigh, Kate decided not to follow them. Instead, she returned to Alfred’s residence, remembering she hadn’t bought any groceries. She’d have to mooch off them for dinner again.

Still, she checked the kitchen, hoping to find something quick and easy. To her surprise, the fridge was fully stocked with a variety of ingredients. Confused, she thought, ‘Who the hell bought all this?’

“Mrs. Davidson,” James called from the kitchen doorway.

“James, wasn’t the kitchen empty earlier? Did you get these ingredients?” Kate asked.

James nodded. “I had someone bring them over from the main kitchen. Mrs. Davidson, are you planning to cook?”

“Can I use them?” Kate asked, surprised.

James smiled. “Of course, Mrs. Davidson. If you need

anything else, just let me know. I can have someone fetch it from the main kitchen or we can add it to tomorrow’s grocery list.”

“No need. This is more than enough,” Kate replied. She wasn’t planning to make anything fancy, so this was plenty.

“Alright then, Mrs. Davidson. Feel free,” James said, leaving Kate to her cooking.

Meanwhile, Alfred was being wheeled into the hall by his bodyguard.

“Alfred, you’re back.” Lena greeted him warmly.

Alfred signaled for the bodyguard to stop and looked at Lena. “Mom, what’s going on?”

“I just wanted to see you,” Lena replied.

Alfred’s expression darkened. “Mom, tell me the truth.”

Startled by his stern tone, Lena hesitated before saying, Alfred, I wanted to talk to you about Kate. You have no idea how arrogant she’s become. She actually had the nerve to talk back to me and even humiliate me.”

She continued, “Didn’t you bring her here to make up for what she did before? She should be obeying me like a servant. What’s wrong with asking her to wash a few clothes? But no, she had the audacity to defy me. She has no manners and is completely useless, unlike Kyla.”

Alfred frowned, his voice turning cold. “Mom, if Cynthia had been switched at birth and grew up in the countryside, only returning at twenty-something, do you think she’d be able to change her habits overnight?”

Lena opened her mouth but couldn’t find any words.

“Mom, Kate’s life was stolen from her for twenty-five years. It’s not her fault. Kyla’s the way she is because she got the education and privileges that should’ve been Kate’s. Kyla lived a comfortable life with Kate’s biological mother, while Kate grew up in poverty. How can you even compare them?” Alfred continued, defending Kate.

“But I believe that given a few years, Kate will shine brightly,” he added, making it clear he didn’t appreciate his mother criticizing Kate.

Lena looked at Alfred and asked, “Alfred, are you defending her? Don’t you hate her for what she did to you?”

Chapter 40

Alfred glanced at his legs, a gloomy look crossing his face. Why should I blame her? She only did what others wanted to do but didn’t dare. Given my condition now, it’s understandable she wouldn’t want to marry me. Mom, you have a daughter too. Put Cynthia in Kate’s shoes-what would you think?”

Lena stayed silent, but deep down, she knew she wouldn’t let Cynthia marry a man confined to a wheelchair and impotent.

‘It’s not about disliking Alfred; it’s about the pain of his situation, she thought.

Alfred said firmly, “Yes, I brought Kate back, but she’s not a maid. We have plenty of servants, Mom. You can ask them for help. There’s no need to boss her around.

“And one more thing: I’d appreciate it if you didn’t look for excuses to give her a hard time when I’m not around. I don’t want to come home to complain about her. She’s my wife, and I’m gonna protect her.”

Alfred’s words hit Lena hard. “Alfred, didn’t you bring her back to make things right?” she asked.

“Mom, you don’t need to worry about Kate and me. When the time is right, I’ll explain everything.”

Lena wasn’t stupid; she picked up on the underlying tension. “Alfred, what’s going on between you two? Are you hiding something from me?”

Alfred didn’t answer, just signaled his bodyguard to push him out.

“Alfred!” Lena called after him, but he didn’t stop. Lena was left both angry and helpless.

But deep down, Lena knew even though Alfred respected her as his mother, having been raised by his grandparents, she couldn’t use her maternal authority to sway his decisions or actions.

Once outside, Alfred felt the small hair clip in his pocket, the one he’d asked Kate for earlier. He also checked his jacket, where he’d stashed a new, expensive clip he had someone buy that afternoon.

“Mr. Davidson, would you like to have dinner now?” the bodyguard asked respectfully.

Alfred paused. “No, let’s go home first.”

He was anxious to check on Kate. Lena had been born into wealth, grew up surrounded by it and married into it. Her pride was as strong as her background.

‘Kate challenged her this afternoon. There must’ve been a serious confrontation, he thought.

Alfred wasn’t worried about Lena getting physical. He knew her too well; no matter how furious she got, she would only throw insults, never punches.

As for Kate, she wasn’t one to take a hit lying down either. She might seem timid, but there was a surprising strength in her.

When they arrived home, the smell of Hot Brown greeted Alfred at the door. Kate was in the kitchen.

‘It’s been half an hour since I went to the main house and back -just enough time for her to whip something up. Smells like she used a lot of sauce. I can smell it from here, he mused.

“Mr. Davidson.” James stepped in, taking over the task of pushing Alfred’s wheelchair.

Kate had just finished preparing the Hot Brown and was carrying a plate out of the kitchen, taking a bite as she walked.

‘Not bad. I haven’t cooked in ages, but I’ve still got it, she thought, then noticed Alfred watching her, eyes fixed on the plate in her hands.

“Alfred,” she greeted him. “You’re back?”

“James, bring me that plate,” Alfred ordered.

Kate blinked, puzzled. ‘Is this how he’s punishing me after Lena’s complaint? Not even letting me eat?’

James handed Alfred the plate and was met with the instruction, “Take it to the garden.” Then, with a nod, James pushed Alfred back outside.

Once they were out of sight, Kate shouted, “Damn him, stealing my dinner.”

She’d only made enough for one. With no extra toast, she opted for pasta instead. Unexpectedly, by the time she finished eating, Alfred had returned.

“Do you always eat in the garden?” Kate asked.

“Got a problem with that?” Alfred shot back, not even bothering to look at her.

“Of course not,” Kate said, forcing a smile.

Alfred sneered. “You’ve got some nerve, talking back to my mother and pissing her off so much that she ran to complain the second I got home.”

“She… she treats me like some free servant. I have to stand up for myself. If I give in now, I’ll never have peace,” Kate defended herself.

Alfred looked at her, noticing her hair hanging loose without the clip she’d given him. An odd urge to pull it crossed his mind.

“After dinner, we should take a walk. It helps with digestion.” Alfred changed the subject.

Kate understood and moved behind him to push the wheelchair. “If you want to walk, maybe you should get out of the wheelchair and walk a bit yourself. It’s good exercise.” “What, you hate that I’m in a wheelchair?” Alfred’s tone was icy.

“You always assume the worst, don’t you? I’m saying this for your own good. With rehab, you could walk again,” Kate insisted.

“People are unpredictable,” Alfred muttered.

“But you’re the most unpredictable of all. You’re like a goddamn puzzle,” Kate said, exasperated.

Alfred’s face darkened. Kate, walking behind him, couldn’t

see his expression and kept going, “It’s inconvenient being in a wheelchair. Don’t you want to recover? You’re handsome. If you could walk again, women would be all over you.”

“I might be able to walk again, but I can’t get an erection anymore. Who the hell would want me? Only you, a fool, would still marry me,” Alfred said, dead serious.

Kate froze. She leaned in close, her scent filling the space between them. “Alfred, are you really… impotent?” she whispered.

“So, having second thoughts?” Alfred asked.

“Why would I? I told you, no matter what, I’m not abandoning you or regretting it,” Kate said with a smile.

Alfred snorted. “Then why’d you try to off yourself before?”

“That was… I wasn’t thinking straight. I’ve realized now that you’re a good man. You’re not a hypocrite. That’s why I changed my mind,” Kate said, relieved she hadn’t fallen into his trap again.

Alfred laughed bitterly, feeling silent, and Kate pushed him along. ‘So he really is impotent. So I can flirt with him, she thought. Finally, Kate knew his weakness.

Suddenly, Alfred held up a new hair clip. “Take it, and put your hair up. It’s windy, and you look like a mess.”

Kate was stunned. ‘So he isn’t punishing me earlier. -he wants to eat my food and has a gift for me?’ she thought, her heart swelled with joy.

She took the Chanel clip, much pricier than hers. “Thank you.”

“Consider it reciprocation,” Alfred said curtly.

Kate laughed, thinking. ‘Looks like he is talking tough now’

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